I can't help to ask
Two decades and
A half back,
A communist,
As a fad atheist,
To my chagrin
You taught us
"God doesn't exist!"
To my surprise
After mass
I saw you yesterday
Kneeling down
Hands upward
Wholeheartedly when
You Pray.
Out of His mercy
And benevolence
No doubt
God will forgive you
At once,
For what matters
Is your repentance.
But I can't help to ask
What will be the fate of
Of those credulous children
At their formative years
You sent off the track
Without a mental map
To return back?///
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Thu 22nd Oct 2015 16:10
A compelling observation, well-considered and constructed. Perhaps it is enough to have the poem, and not the enlarged explanation. Anything remotely 'faith-fixated' will always stir reaction, which is not a bad thing, unless it takes you by surprise. Keep posting.
The other observations here are part of an on-going process of certain persons getting to know each other through their works and diverse comments. Other writers tend to have strong opinions, as you have yours.